The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
I'm Einstein
Off two lines and moonshine
Too lit, hit two bitches at noontime
Spiritless like prostitutes that steal shit
Limitless when them chemicals mixed
Mentally unfit
I'm physically on tilt
Eyes puffy chasing grants like Horace
Put the D on, no Warwick
Arms I will bear for the porridge
Porshe out the storage
Cayenne truck, watch me floor it
Eating calamari with the swordfish
Penthouse enormous
Doing blow in silk garments
Smokeso much
You would think I had a farm of it
Writing like Shakespeare on the top tier
10 in life bid with his shank near
To be or not to be thats what the question is
A brackhead blacked out off the medicine
Evident I'm heaven sent but hell bent
Two licks, her pussy wetter than whale piss
All getting money know you tell bitch
With a bag of drugs looking like trail mix
On the road to riches got it all mapped out
Doing all these drugs 'til a nigga black out
Welcome to my horror show
Horrible how I will do all off you
Try the undeniable sire of diabolical
What, welcome to my horror show
What
Welcome to my horror show
Horrible how I will do all off you
Try the undeniable sire of diabolical
What, welcome to my horror show
What, welcome to my horror show
They think drugs gon' kill me
But these off these drugs on kill you
Snorting on some igloo
Smoking on some mildew
Writing that apocalypse
Stronger than Black Panther fist
No philanthropist
For the scandalous
Drink a can of piss
My manuscript
Can turn an evangelist to satanist
I'm faded with this
Struggle with one another
For faith in it
Devilish acts
Praying I get away with it
Sitting waiting patient
Taking everything that's sacred
Even your imagination
Can't think when you're in hell
'Bout to lose everything
Like Jack and Jill's pail
Got a nigga's brain captured
Like SeaWorld whales
I'm a nigga from the hood
I can see the world well
That's why I get fucked up
'Cause I can't lift up the veil
Looking in the mirror like I love myself
That's why I get fucked up
'Cause I can't lift up the veil
So I look in the mirror say I love myself
Welcome to my horror show
Horrible how I will do all off you
Try the undeniable sire of diabolical
What, welcome to my horror show
What
Welcome to my horror show
Horrible how I will do all off you
Try the undeniable sire of diabolical
What, welcome to my horror show
What, welcome to my horror show
Off two lines and moonshine
Too lit, hit two bitches at noontime
Spiritless like prostitutes that steal shit
Limitless when them chemicals mixed
Mentally unfit
I'm physically on tilt
Eyes puffy chasing grants like Horace
Put the D on, no Warwick
Arms I will bear for the porridge
Porshe out the storage
Cayenne truck, watch me floor it
Eating calamari with the swordfish
Penthouse enormous
Doing blow in silk garments
Smokeso much
You would think I had a farm of it
Writing like Shakespeare on the top tier
10 in life bid with his shank near
To be or not to be thats what the question is
A brackhead blacked out off the medicine
Evident I'm heaven sent but hell bent
Two licks, her pussy wetter than whale piss
All getting money know you tell bitch
With a bag of drugs looking like trail mix
On the road to riches got it all mapped out
Doing all these drugs 'til a nigga black out
Welcome to my horror show
Horrible how I will do all off you
Try the undeniable sire of diabolical
What, welcome to my horror show
What
Welcome to my horror show
Horrible how I will do all off you
Try the undeniable sire of diabolical
What, welcome to my horror show
What, welcome to my horror show
They think drugs gon' kill me
But these off these drugs on kill you
Snorting on some igloo
Smoking on some mildew
Writing that apocalypse
Stronger than Black Panther fist
No philanthropist
For the scandalous
Drink a can of piss
My manuscript
Can turn an evangelist to satanist
I'm faded with this
Struggle with one another
For faith in it
Devilish acts
Praying I get away with it
Sitting waiting patient
Taking everything that's sacred
Even your imagination
Can't think when you're in hell
'Bout to lose everything
Like Jack and Jill's pail
Got a nigga's brain captured
Like SeaWorld whales
I'm a nigga from the hood
I can see the world well
That's why I get fucked up
'Cause I can't lift up the veil
Looking in the mirror like I love myself
That's why I get fucked up
'Cause I can't lift up the veil
So I look in the mirror say I love myself
Welcome to my horror show
Horrible how I will do all off you
Try the undeniable sire of diabolical
What, welcome to my horror show
What
Welcome to my horror show
Horrible how I will do all off you
Try the undeniable sire of diabolical
What, welcome to my horror show
What, welcome to my horror show
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
Horror Show Lyrics as written by Daniel Dewan Sewell Joshua Paul Davis
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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